"Mimi-chica, help me spread this out."
Mimi hurries to the other side of the big table in their dining room. She catches the other side of the fabric and helps Angel spread it smoothly, carefully matching the edges and folding it double. Once the blue sequined fabric is spread just so, Mimi curls into a chair to watch Angel pin the pattern pieces into place. After a moment or two, she gets bored and picks up the scissors from the table.
"Mimi! Don't use my fabric scissors to cut your hair!" Mimi looks up from her split ends guiltily.
"Sorry," she mumbles, putting the scissors down on the table. "What are we making today?"
"Miss Asia wants a new costume. It's gonna be fantastic. Look." Angel indicates a color sketch tacked to the wall next to the table. Mimi looks closely.
"Wow, cool!" The dress is long and slinky, blue sequins with a red dragon coiling up and over the shoulder and down all the way to the feet. One of the coils seems to come up behind the head, creating a stand-up collar, and the back of the dress ends in a fishtail train, which incorporates the dragon's tail. "Oooh . . . Miss Asia will look great in that!" Angel snorts.
"Miss Asia looks great in everything. It's one of the perks of being 6'4" in your bare feet."
"Yeah, but she's not half as pretty as you are. Your legs are much better, and she doesn't even sing her own stuff." Angel looks up at Mimi again and the two smile at each other.
"I do sing better than she does."
"Way better. There's a reason most queens lip-synch." Angel snickers mischievously. "And you can sew. Hell, if it weren't for you, half those girls would go on naked." Mimi points out.
"And don't think Miss Destiny wouldn't like that."
"I know she would." Mimi giggles. "And she should, she's sexier than I am."
"No, she's not. I've seen her naked." Angel grins and winks and Mimi smiles at her.
"Thanks. Can I help?"
"Yeah. Here, take this and pin it over there."
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Later that night, the two flop down together on the couch, limbs idly entangled, and look at their spectacular creation hanging on Angel's dress form. It's not finished, and Angel's had to put the form on a milk crate so that the long dress doesn't puddle on the floor, but it is clearly going to be beautiful.
"Meems?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"We make a pretty good team, don't we?" Angel entwines her fingers around Mimi's.
"Yeah, we do."